We hit 41° in Mount Gambier today, as we swelter through a weekend of 38°+ days - or as we like to call it here - a "heatwave". But on a cold August morning in 1951, locals were enjoying something very different - snowfall.
As a child, my Dad would always tell me about how he saw snow in Mount Gambier when he was a kid. Part of me never really believed him and chalked it up to be a tall tale that as a father myself, I now realise is customary for parents to tell their children. I'd mention it to people and they would scoff at the idea. But it happened. An article on the front page of The Border Watch on August 9th, 1951 tells the story of snowfall in the notoriously cold (but not cold enough to snow) city of Mount Gambier.
You can read the entire article here, thanks to Trove.
As a child, my Dad would always tell me about how he saw snow in Mount Gambier when he was a kid. Part of me never really believed him and chalked it up to be a tall tale that as a father myself, I now realise is customary for parents to tell their children. I'd mention it to people and they would scoff at the idea. But it happened. An article on the front page of The Border Watch on August 9th, 1951 tells the story of snowfall in the notoriously cold (but not cold enough to snow) city of Mount Gambier.
"It could not have fallen at a better time for the people and the children. When the fall at 8.45 occurred a great din of cheering and other noises of childish delight came from the Primary School where the pupils were playing prior to the start of their first lessons for the day. Girls working on the telephone exchange knew it was snowing but calls immediately flooded the board. They were kept so busy connecting excited callers with their friends, that they were unable to see it themselves."
You can read the entire article here, thanks to Trove.
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